


Prompt: Accords and Discord.

by EssayOfThoughts



Series: MCU Maximoff Oneshots [90]
Category: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
Genre: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Because its an AU, Captain America: Civil War (Movie) Spoilers, Codependency, Found Family, Gen, Not Captain America: Civil War (Movie) Compliant, sibling dynamics
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2016-07-21
Updated: 2016-07-21
Packaged: 2018-07-25 20:24:15
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,074
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/7546473
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/EssayOfThoughts/pseuds/EssayOfThoughts
Summary: <blockquote class="userstuff">
              <p>“And if we’re to be under oversight, why does Lorna need to be here?” Steve asks. “She’s not part of the team. The twins take care of her, and help her with her powers, but she’s not an Avenger. She doesn’t <i>want</i> to ever be an Avenger. We can all guess that they want to know what she’s up to as she’s enhanced but she’s not a member of the team so-”</p><p>Wanda cuts him off, presses a cheek to Lorna’s hair. “So what does it mean for Lorna?”</p><p>“They want her to sign too,” Ross says. “As a potential auxiliary Avenger.”</p>
            </blockquote>





	Prompt: Accords and Discord.

**Author's Note:**

  * Inspired by [Prompt: Found Family](https://archiveofourown.org/works/6401512) by [EssayOfThoughts](https://archiveofourown.org/users/EssayOfThoughts/pseuds/EssayOfThoughts). 
  * Inspired by [Prompt: Gunmetal](https://archiveofourown.org/works/6503878) by [EssayOfThoughts](https://archiveofourown.org/users/EssayOfThoughts/pseuds/EssayOfThoughts). 



> Sequel to _[Prompt: Gunmetal](http://archiveofourown.org/works/6503878)_ , which is in turn a sequel for _[Prompt: Found Family](http://archiveofourown.org/works/6401512)_. Written for a prompt on my tumblr, readable [Here](http://essayofthoughts.tumblr.com/post/147746308435/yes-yes-yes-that-works-awesome). 
> 
> An additional note: I rewrote this because I wasn't pleased with what I had so far and I'm going to be honest: I'm _still_ not entirely pleased with it, partially because of how it is written but also because I never actually managed to _finish the actual prompt_. As such you can probably expect a follow-up sequel for this at some point which _does_ fulfil the prompt, especially as I now have this set up.
> 
> An _additional_ additional note: I may have already started on the fic for the actual prompt because now I have the set-up my mind seems to know what it is doing. Thanks brain. So helpful.

 

 **i.**  
Lorna sits beside Wanda at the table, half leaning onto Wanda’s lap so she can hug her. She can tell that Wanda is worried - tight lines around her eyes, the way her hand constantly reaches, almost reflexively, for Pietro’s. The worry, Lorna knows, is slightly because she’s been asked to join them for the meeting and Lorna _never_  joins them for Avengers meetings - she doesn’t want to be a weapon, after all, and being an Avenger is exactly that. 

But plenty of it is for Wanda herself, after what happened in Lagos. Two dead, another ten carried out by Pietro as Wanda was trying to get Crossbones contained and away, a horrible dread moment where Wanda lost control and feared Pietro was still inside, still in the blast radius. Lorna stays close to Wanda and tries to impress upon her that it is _not her fault._

Two dead, and one side of a building badly damaged. Chaos in the market, damage done to the IFID building, all those in hospital. Guards with smoke-damaged lungs because Wanda wasn’t fast enough getting all of the smoke out of the building. 

Lorna takes Wanda’s other hand, the one with the copper bracelet, and squeezes gently.

 

* * *

 

 **ii.**  
“The Sokovia Accords,” Ross says. “There needs to be oversight. We can’t have this happen again. After New York, after Johannesburg, after _Sokovia_. And now, Lagos, two Wakandans dead… the world needs reassurance, needs to know it’s heroes aren’t going to hurt them.”

“But we don’t.” It’s Natasha who speaks up, nails drumming on the table. “If Wanda hadn’t been there, contained the blast, lifted Rumlow away, that marketplace would have been destroyed. If Pietro hadn’t been there _all_ of the Wakandans might have died, rather than two. And before that, if we _all_  hadn’t been there? Who would have stopped Rumlow? Who would have that virus now?”

“That explosion,” Ross says, “Would not have happened if the Captain-” -he pauses, nods to Steve- “-had not stopped to have a _chat_  with the terrorist’s leader.”

“And what?” Sam says. “Somehow that voids everything else Nat just said? If we weren’t there that bio-agent would be on the blackmarket now, sent who knows where-”

“You’re being very defensive, Mr. Wilson.” Ross’ tone sounds almost like a threat.

Vision’s voice is soft, calm, as he replies. Lorna can see the mixed-metal bracelet she made for him clanking at his wrist. “Not defensive, Mr. Secretary, sir. But they are all valid counterpoints. We have all made efforts to save the world, and it is easily calculable just how much worse things could be if we did not do as we did. Therefore, that argument of yours falls flat. What is the real purpose of the Sokovia Accords? Why should we sign them?” His fingers tap softly on the thick sheaf of paper. “We are open to the idea, but not when we are accused of that we did not do. If you are trying to make an enemy of us now, before the Accords are signed… I do not think that is terribly wise.”

“Is that a threat, Mr.-”

“Vision will do, Mr. Secretary, sir. And no, it is not. It is simply a statement of opinion.”

Ross takes a deep, slow breath. “Wakanda and Sokovia both want oversight. Sokovia’s people, now they have some better measure of say in who their politicians are and what they do, know that the castle outside Novi Grad held what was ostensibly a S.H.I.E.L.D. taskforce, that was, in actuality a HYDRA cell working to take advantage of their country’s situation. They know that, and Sokovia would have allowed the Avengers in to handle that, especially as their military is not, as yet, equipped to deal with energy-tanks. What they cannot forgive, however, was Stark and Banner’s wilful creation of the Ultron robot - yes, the politicians have figured that out.” He glances over the table, sets his fists down gently on the glass. “They’re keeping it quiet for now, holding onto it as blackmail material because they want these Accords _signed_. They _don’t_ want you doing things that result in their cities being torn into the sky.”

Wanda’s voice is quiet. “Perfectly reasonable.”

Lorna cannot help her small smile at Ross’ surprised expression. 

“Wakanda, on the other hand,” Ross continues. “They feel that warning should have been given prior to the intervention staged in Lagos. The understand the need for secrecy in order to prevent Crossbones from being tipped off, however if even common law enforcement can safely and carefully clear an area while handling a threat, they believe you should be able to as well. Nigeria agrees with them, they also want the Avengers to pay for the medical care of those injured and the repair costs. In all, the Sokovia Accords are being designed to cover these aims, while also … placing the Avengers under UN oversight specifically.”

Lorna glances to Wanda, the twins glance to Vision, around the table glances are shared between all of the team.

“How so?” Steve asks.

Ross’ hands lift off from the table, he starts to pace. “At present you are a US based organisation without even a a vague governmental affiliation since S.H.I.E.L.D. was disbanded-”

“Destroyed,” Natasha murmurs.

“Destroyed. You operate with no oversight, you barely keep track of your members - Barton has vanished off the map-”

“He’s retired,” Steve says. “Wants to have something of a normal life.”

“Well, he’s the least of your worries, only a marksman with a bow. What about Thor, what about Hulk?”

“Banner,” Tony says. “You called him that earlier, you can call him that now.”

“He was Hulk when he left, according to the reports.”

The team is silent at that.

“I don’t know about you,” Ross says, “but if I misplaced two weapons of mass destruction - or even one _in potentia_  - I’d be getting some very painful questions from the men upstairs.”

“Bruce,” Natasha says, “Is not a weapon of mass destruction. He’s a _human being_. Perhaps you might remember that if you weren’t so set on making him into your military tool.” Her smile is sharp as she watches Ross. “We have reports too, remember?”

“So,” Pietro says, butting in. “The Accords would track us, then? Keep an eye on us, watch where we go?”

“Yes,” Ross says. “And you’d have to go to them before getting the go-ahead for a mission.”

“What if the mission is time-sensitive?” Steve asks, as Pietro slumps back in his chair, displeased. “With the Chitauri attack it started before we could have gotten permission for something like that.”

Ross shrugs. “I imagine that, in a state of emergency, matters will be… streamlined.”

“You _imagine?”_  Rhodey says. “You don’t _know?_  It’s not built into the Accords?”

“And if we’re to be under oversight, why does Lorna need to be here?” Steve asks. “She’s not part of the team. The twins take care of her, and help her with her powers, but she’s not an Avenger. She doesn’t _want_  to ever be an Avenger. We can all guess that they want to know what she’s up to as she’s enhanced but she’s not a member of the team so-”

Wanda cuts him off, presses a cheek to Lorna’s hair. “So what does it mean for Lorna?”

“They want her to sign too,” Ross says. “As a potential auxiliary Avenger.”

 

* * *

 

 **iii.**  
“No,” Pietro says as he paces later. Ross is gone and they’ve retired to comfier seating, Lorna curled against Wanda, her eyes still red from crying. “No. They want to track us, control us, make us work for them? Nothing they ever did, no decree or Accord they ever passed-”

“Ratified,” Vision corrects mildly.

“Nothing ever helped Sokovia!” Pietro’s voice is loud, angry. “They never helped us - if they had helped we would not have tried to get powers! If they had helped you HYDRA never would have captured Lorna, experimented on her! Why should we help them?”

“Maybe,” Rhodey says, “If the Avengers had been a part of the UN we could have done something sooner.”

Pietro laughs hollowly, Wanda’s hand smoothes over Lorna's hair. “I doubt that,” Wanda says softly. “The warmongers had _Starktech_. Some were backed by your intelligence agencies. Why would they ever interfere with that? America, the big scary superpower.”

“They’d interfere now,” Tony says. “I’m tracking down mis-sold Starktech ever since I learned what Obie did.”

(The twins still look sceptical.)

“I don’t know if I can trust it,” Steve says. “Trusting others to make those calls for me… I don’t know if I can. I can’t trust another person to know what the right thing is to do. I wouldn’t trust anyone but me to make those calls for the team.”

“That is dangerously arrogant, Steve.” Rhodey’s voice isn’t loud or quiet, but it is clear and firm, making Steve pause just a moment.

“And they are not?” Pietro says. “Making Lorna sign?”

 _“Nein,”_ Lorna whispers.  _“Nein, Sie können mich nicht.” You can’t make me._

It is with a great heaving sigh that Pietro sits beside his sisters. Lorna, agile as her age permits, clambers to his lap, her arms looping around his neck.  _Sie können mich nicht_  is met by Pietro’s murmured “ _Niemand wird.” No one will._

“We will not sign,” Wanda says. “They have done nothing for us and now they wish to enslave Lorna, a _child,_ our _sister,_ who does not want to be a weapon? I say no. We will not.”

 

* * *

 

 **iv.**  
“They will try to imprison us,” Pietro says. “Just for being who we are, now.”

It is later still, the siblings sat on the three beds Pietro has pushed together. They know, all of them, that they will have nightmares tonight, and do not wish to wake alone.

Wanda’s voice is quiet, almost dangerous. “They can try.”

Pietro’s glance carries words that Lorna has not yet learned how to parse. _They will have the others._

Wanda’s glance back flashes red, her scarlet glowing from her eyes, a clear reply. _I am stronger than they are._

“We would be safer elsewhere,” Wanda admits. “Anywhere else. Sokovia, Father’s Transia, Mama’s Wungadore. Even _Wakanda_. They would not-”

She cuts herself off, glances to Lorna. Lorna’s voice is incredibly tired, incredibly old for her ten years. “They would not make me a weapon.”

 

* * *

 

 **v.**  
Vision comes to them all, late in the night. Wanda knows his hearing is such he can hear them waking from nightmares even through the walls. He knocks on the door softly, enters quietly, does not phase through the wall and drop the bracelet Lorna made for him.

He is quiet when he speaks, sat on the edge of the three pushed-together beds, watching Lorna quietly, closely.

“I mean to sign,” he says, his hand gently holding hers. “If I sign I can get into their systems. I can learn what they plan. If they try to capture you, imprison you, I can warn you, make sure you are safe.” There is something very gentle, almost delicate in what he says next to Lorna. “Do you trust me to do that, for all three of you?”

Lorna is quiet and does not glance to either of the twins. Her eyes are fixed on Vision’s and at her fingers twitch the metal of Vision’s bracelet ripples, twists and knots around his wrist.

 _“Du versprichst?”_ she asks. 

 _“Ja,”_ Vision replies. “Yes, I promise.”

Lorna’s voice is quiet, words still accented but precise as she replies. “If we are hurt,” she says. “I will never forgive you.”

 

* * *

 

 **vi.**  
“We do not want to fight,” Wanda says to Vision before he leaves, words in Sokovian so none but Pietro and Lorna can understand if even they were listening. “No matter what, we do not want that.” She glances to where Lorna is being playing with Pietro, using her magnetics to hurl things greater and greater distances as Pietro runs to catch them. “But we will, if we have to. For Lorna.” Vision is quiet, watching Pietro and Lorna too. “She is our sister,” Wanda says. “Maybe not by blood, we don’t know, but she is by love and is by experience and choice. She has been hurt too. She has powers too, like ours, from the same source. She is our sister, and she does not want to be a weapon. We will fight for her, if we must.”

“I will warn them,” Vision says. “Those that would try and those that would listen. I will try to keep you safe.”

“If you fail,” Wanda says, fingers playing with the twist of copper at her wrist. “She will not forgive you. She has been through too much to forgive a betrayal.”

Vision does not reply, only nods, and leaves to board the Quinjet.

 

* * *

 

 **vii.**  
Wanda sees the intent in Steve’s mind before he moves, before he rises and strides to leave.

“Steve,” she says, calm and certain. “Wait.”

The look he gives her is pained, is... _is the look I would give were it Pietro_ , Wanda thinks. _The look I gave in Lagos when I thought he was still inside when-_

“Wait,” she says again. “Please. Let me talk to Vision.”

“It’s _Bucky_ ,” Steve says, desperate as though his world was suddenly whole again.

(Wanda knows, painfully much, the desperation of that feeling.) Her voice is gentle. “I know,” she says. “Let me talk to Vision."

 

* * *

 

 **viii.**  
Long minutes later she sets down the tablet. “He will bring him in,” she says. “He has spoken to those in charge.” Steve still looks fraught, and Wanda remembers what she’d thought. _It is for him as though it was Pietro for me._ She presses her palm to Steve’s arm, soft, gentle, grounding, a counterpart to his promise, _Lagos is not your fault_.

“Vision keeps his promises,” she says. “He will not let Bucky be hurt.”

 

* * *

 

 **ix.**  
“I should have been there,” Lorna says later. “Signed anyway, so I was there. His arm-” she cuts herself off searching for the words. “I could have controlled it, stopped him. Shown I am not a weapon, just a person.”

Pietro presses a kiss to her hair, mind churning. “You should not have to,” he says. “We will make them see, if we need to. You are a child still.”

His mind churns, yes, but it is dredging up the deepest thoughts of the well beneath the tree of his mind, over and over the oldest tenet he has bound himself to. _Protect_.

Wanda says, with absolute certainty, “It is our job to protect you.”

 

* * *

 

 **x.**  
_Protect people_  that is something Wanda has failed at. _Protect Pietro_ \- she failed there too, and both times only the efforts of others saved them.

 _Lorna,_  though, Lorna is theirs, their sister, their kin, their chosen family.

They will be damned if they do not protect her.

 

* * *

 

 **xi.**  
Clint comes to them, calmly. Vision is sitting with the twins and Lorna, a house arrest everyone is quite aware of as they sit in near-silence on the sofas.

“Cap needs you,” Clint says. His bow is in his hand, but he has not drawn an arrow.

Vision and Pietro speak together. “There is going to be a fight.”

(Between them all Lorna’s tin mug of hot chocolate spins in the air.)

“Cap is fighting for Bucky,” Clint admits, “But we’re fighting for you as well. House arrest, making Lorna sign? How long before they register everyone unusual, how long before they enslave us or kill us all for their gain?”

Vision’s sigh is long and slow. “I cannot let them leave,” he says. “If I do-”

Clint nods. “None of us wanted it to come to this.”

The scarlet which hits Vision is swift and subtle, Vision crumpling like a ragdoll to the floor. “He understands,” Wanda says, standing. “We do this for Lorna so we all might be free.”

 

* * *

 

 **xii.**  
“Take Lorna to the Barton’s,” Wanda whispers to Pietro as they leave. “Keep her safe.”

Clint watches the exchange, sees Pietro’s blue disappearing off into the distance with Lorna. “Laura will keep them safe,” he promises. “Come on, lets get going.”

Wanda’s scarlet is restless and uncertain within her, desperate to fight, to _protect,_ but uncertain of itself after Lagos. _There is too much to all this,_  she thinks. _Too much hinging on this._

 

* * *

 

 **xiii.**  
Pietro does not want to be gone from Wanda, not now, not with things as dangerous as they are. Lorna settles down with Lila and Coop warily but happily, normality soothing. Pietro paces.

(He paces and paces, sprints outside, asks Laura for chores to do because he needs to be busy, to do something with one sister so threatened and _Wanda_ -

Wanda.)

Pietro has never been easy when away from his twin’s side.

 

* * *

 

 **xiv.**  
“This doesn’t have to be a battle,” Wanda says when they gather in the car park. “None of us wants this to end in violence.”

The Winter Soldier - Steve’s friend, Steve’s _Bucky_ , Bucky Barnes - raises a metal arm. “I might,” he says. “Cat guy tried to kill me already.”

Wanda remembers what Vision told her, told _them_  as they’d sat before Clint had come. “He thinks you killed his father,” she says. “In front of him, when they were trying for peace. If it seemed like he had killed Steve, so nearly certain, right in front of you, what would you do?”

Bucky’s hand goes down.

“We shouldn’t have to fight,” Steve says. “But we’re going to have to. If we don’t, if we can’t stop Zemo-”

“Wait,” Clint says. “There’s something _else_  going on?”

 

* * *

 

 **xv.**  
Wanda runs out into the airport in plainclothes. Her uniform, here, now, would be a declaration of war and she will not make Vision’s promise harder for him to keep.

She casts her mind outwards on scarlet wings, rises so high she can see halfway around the world, see the blue and green specks of her siblings. _Vision_ , she thinks. _Vision!_

Gold and orange databanks, magenta and burgundy all around, metal-green neurons so like Lorna’s mind. She sinks into the warm familiarity of his mind gladly.

 _There is more_ , she sends. _More than just Bucky._

For a moment there is stillness, peace. Vision’s mind blooms around her gentle and warm and welcoming. _Tell me_ , he sends.

 

* * *

 

 **xvi.**  
Her mind is soft and clear in Vision’s. _You must go. Stark cannot be trusted, no one else is fast enough, can fly without aid. Vision-_

 _I cannot,_  he sends. _If I leave-_

 _If you stay,_  she sends, _Things will only get worse. I will stay, I will hold them back, but Zemo-_

She calls up the images from Steve’s mind, from Bucky’s, plans and horrors plotted out and ready. _The world is so close to burning_ , she sends. _Do not be another match._

 

* * *

 

 **xvii.**  
Their panic is palpable, Tony’s team. Vision, gone, Vision who they were counting on to counter her, the only one even slightly powerful enough. Wanda tames her scarlet inside though, hides in her plainclothes.

“I am here,” she says, “because I do not want to see my sister enslaved. I do not want to fight.”

Natasha’s voice is gentle. “Will you?” 

( _Mentor_ , Wanda thinks.  _Acquaintance but not friend. Leader. Natasha.)_ “Only if I must,” she says. “Only if someone tries to hurt me, or Pietro, or Lorna.”

Wanda can see the spilling spiral of surprise in T’Challa’s mind. 

“I will protect myself,” she says. “And if you make Lorna sign the Accords I will fight.” 

 

* * *

 

 **xviii.**  
Wanda does not have to fight, but instead she has to watch something almost worse - all of them fighting instead of trying for peace. She wishes Pietro were with her, spinning through the fight, keeping it from getting so much worse, but he is not. He is with Lorna, keeping her safe. 

(Wanda wonders what it would be like if they had never found Lorna, if they would have fought instead without another person to protect.)

(She wonders what it would be like if they had not managed to save Pietro, and hates herself for wondering it.)

She does not realise the scarlet is spinning around her hands until it has risen to her shoulder, wide and warping and bright, bright red. 

Wanda does not need it, Wanda did not try to call it and yet...

 _STOP_ , she sends with the scarlet, spiralling into and out of every mind in range, the team, the waiting UN officials, police and soldiers and all else around within her range. _Stop. Think. Know._

She sends out the memories she’s gathered, memories she’s seen, every last one, every last dreg.

 _This fight serves no one, does not good. Vision will stop Zemo. You can stop yourselves._ Her scarlet builds more gently pulls Sam and Rhodey and even Stark down to the ground, halts the swing of the spider-boy and sets him down too, finds Scott Lang and makes him unshrink. _You should all **stop.**_

 

* * *

 

 **xix.**  
Wanda is captured. She does not fight it when they come to her, simply holds her hands up. She hurt no one, proved her point, the memories echoing through every mind around her. If she goes calmly, goes quietly she only helps to prove her point.

(Far away, on the Barton’s farm, Pietro sees the news and drops the plate he was holding.)

(Far away, on the Barton’s farm, Lorna runs to Pietro’s side and watches as Wanda is put in cuffs and taken away.)

Wanda sits quietly in her cell, makes no scarlet spiral from her fingers, and waits.

 

* * *

 

 **xx.**  
(Vision comes back, Zemo his prisoner. Wanda relaxes when she feels his mind draw close.)

 

* * *

 

 **xxi.**  
“Why did no one tell us?” T’Challa asks when he visits. Wanda shrugs.

“They knew you would not listen. Grief does strange things to people. Would you have listened if we asked you to? You had already tried to kill Barnes.”

“Vengeance,” T’Challa says, nodding. In his lap his hands are clasped. “A mistake, I think. It is too dangerous a thing to let drive you.”

“Sometimes,” Wanda says, “It is all you have left to drive you.”

 

* * *

 

 **xxii.**  
Wanda can see the minds around her, images over and over of the great prison in the ocean, wondering if she will be sent there. 

(With the rest of the team, they are there, for the most part, though with Zemo brought in, with the tale spilling out it is seeming more and more likely they will be released, that the Accords will be reworked.

Wanda stays in her cell, Wanda rests, Wanda sleeps. If she throws her scarlet up and out, lets it rise into the sky she can glimpse Pietro’s blue and Lorna’s green. Vision’s orange stays nearby.

Wanda rests. Wanda dreams.

 

* * *

 

 **xxiii.**  
Wanda wakes from a nightmare and thinks she has woken to a dream. Lagos, Pietro in the building still and then-

Pietro in front of her, Lorna by his side. Lorna’s hands rise, a finger twitches, and the cuffs slip from her wrists.

“I wasn’t made to sign,” Lorna says, softly. “And Vision put the truth online. They’re going to fix this.”

They all of them know: there is a lot that will need fixing.

 

* * *

 

 

 **xxiv.**  
When they leave the cell they sit in the cafeteria a while, tea and juice and trying to understand what happens next. Lorna is quiet, Pietro watches Wanda like a hawk, Wanda leans against her brother, holds Lorna's hand, and relaxes.

“Lorna,” Vision says, behind them.

He is tall and uncertain where he stands, his cloak flickering as it does in some imperceptible wind. Quietly he crouches, slips the bracelet from his wrist, offers it to Lorna.

“I am sorry,” he says. “For what happened to Wanda. She asked me to go and I couldn’t see another way it could be fixed. I will not ask you to forgive me when you said you would not.”

Lorna takes the bracelet with magnetism, floats it between them, sets it spiralling and spinning until it hums. She wonders for only a moment before Wanda’s hand touches her hair, gentle as ever, scarlet touching her mind to say _I am fine._

 _“Ein Geschenk,”_  Lorna says, settling the bracelet down, wrapping it around Vision’s wrist. “It was a gift. Wanda is free.” She glances up to Wanda, green eyes to green-brown. 

“We were not hurt,” Wanda says. “In the end.”

 

 

**Author's Note:**

> As I said above, I rewrote this because I wasn't pleased with what I had so far and I'm _still_ not entirely pleased with it. As such I'd like to leave a special **invitation for critical comments** \- not just concrit which some people have left before on fics (thank you, those that do, it does genuinely help) but also outright "you fucked up here" kind of things, because _I feel like this could be about 12000x better._

**Works inspired by this one:**

  * [Prompt: Peaceful Conversation](https://archiveofourown.org/works/7680730) by [EssayOfThoughts](https://archiveofourown.org/users/EssayOfThoughts/pseuds/EssayOfThoughts)




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